Okay, I don't know what I'm doing....this thing is set up and I don't even know how to get into it myself. Neither do I know how to let folks know it's up there in the sky someplace. So from now on I'm researching this mess and trying to figure it out.
Raining here, messy, not too cold. While I was shopping at Trader Joe's this afternoon, lightning struck about fifty feet away in the parking lot and everybody's hair stood on end. There was absolutely NO time between the bolt and the noise. I decided it was the gods that control the weather telling me to stop shopping and get in the car. Got back home to discover that Treasure, the four month old Garbo/Justin yellow girl has learned from Georgia, the Frenchie, how to stick her head under the fence and escape. The pool man saw her do it and placed a roll of tar paper in front of the latest escape route, but I have every expectation that won't stop her from finding yet another passage to freedom. This weekend will be spent fixing up the electric fence. The hope is that once she gets shocked, that'll stop her, but to be truthful, it's not stopped any of the others with an escape gene....take Albert, for instance....he now lives inside in Canada up in the ice and snow. They let him out when he's attached to them. Anyway, gotta go fix dinner and see if she's got out again. ARRRGGGHHH.....
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